1. |
Psycho Snope
03:18
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Enter the lair of the Psycho Snope
Feel the breathing of an antelope
Smells like a monkey and an artichoke
He'll lick you like a woman in an envelope
Psycho Snope
Nope
Look into the eyes of the Psycho Snope
Sniffin' on socks and a pound of dope
Lyin' in a pool of notable Popes
If you hear his breathin' then you've lost all hope
Psycho Snope
Nope
Now you're at the mercy of the Psycho Snope
He's got his talons tight around your scrote
Give a lil squeeze of that Psycho Chode
Taste the fuckin' schmear of the Psycho Load
That fuckin Psycho schmear
Psycho Snope
Nope
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2. |
Never Too Tired
02:53
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Well I found a girl on the lower east side
Said "I won't be yours, don't be mine"
Stays out all night, till she feels right
Calls me up, says it's about that time
Six beers and a whiskey neat
Light blonde hair on dirty sheets
Feelin kinda rough, I'm feelin' kinda lost
Thinkin' of the salad that I've tossed
She's never too tired for my love
She's never too tired for my love
I'll die tryna make these blonde girls come
She's never too tired for my love
The 4 o'clock train is running slow
I got a girl waiting in west Soho
I'm sick in the summer, I'm losing speed
But I can tell by your smell, you ain't gonna leave
The sun's coming up, you take off your heels
I almost forgot how sick I feel
Y'know the devil's in the whiskey, the devil's in the rye
But there's nothing like the devil in a blonde girl's eye
She's never too tired for my love
She's never too tired for my love
I'll die tryna make these blonde girls come
She's never too tired for my love
It looks like Vegas in tompkins square
Looks like my hand is in your hair
We both know it's not the right part of town
"Hey nice to meet ya, can I sit down?"
I don't know if I'll ever get away
Or how long I'll feel the same
But for now it's blurry and good
So, so deep in your little blonde hood
She's never too tired for my love
She's never too tired for my love
I'll die tryna make these blonde girls come
She's never too tired for my love
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3. |
Shin Bowl II
04:46
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Big
Black
Collectable
Hey what you looking at?
It's a plastic bowl (Right over there)
You'll find, next to my cat
Nongshim
Premium
2 servings of Shin Ramyun
No, no cell phone charger here (I'm very sorry Miss)
This is not the Apple Store
You are trapped at Dawa 46
Shake up flake!
No use microwave!
Burn your intestine!
You have a booty infection!
Shin Bowl two!
Onion flavor
Very expensive
Avoid spilling and burning yourself
This is not a lending library, lady
We have $8 minimum
That equals four bags of ramyun
Boiling water
Add egg if you like
Ignore expiration date
Why are you looking at expiration date?
Are you from the FDA? (please stop)
I turn you into my traditional chinese bibimbap
Shake up flake!
No use microwave!
Burn your intestine!
You have a booty infection!
Shin Bowl two!
The storeowner apprehends Mrs. Broccoli in aisle 4 of Dawa.46, the convenience store located on the southwest corner of 46th street and second avenue - The storeowner is a master of subduction, who trained extensively with sensei Tiger Schulman at the academy on 86th street and lexington avenue. The storeowner carries Mrs. Broccoli to his hot stone bowl, located at the back of the store and lathers it in a traditional "normal" dressing and sparks up the fire burning down below. As Mrs. Broccoli begins to marinate inside the bowl, the storeowner adds bean sprouts to enhance her flavor. He then rinses, peels, and juliennes the carrots and adds a healthy amount of sesame oil to the mixture. The storeowner then prepares a brown rice wok and empties it onto Mrs. Broccoii's charred remains. Using two identical spatula-spoon combination tools, The Storeowner stirs the ingredients and allows them to crisp. Once the bibimbap is ready, the storeowner closes up shop and begins his meal.
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4. |
The Tarantella
00:58
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A Gerbil In My Bunghole,
Yes please, yes please
Shove it in there really nice
Be careful not to sneeze
A gerbil in my bunghole
Yes please, yes please
I want to show her I really care
With a ball of fuzzy hair
A gerbil in my bunghole
Yes please, yes please
Now I'm feeling very scared
Now I feel like Richard Gere
A gerbil in my bunghole
Yes please, yes please
It seems he went up too far
A gerbil in my mouth, arrr
A gerbil in my bunghole
Yes please
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5. |
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it's a mindless miasma
yeah
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6. |
Sick In the Summer
03:36
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I was on my knees
In that portopotty
While Clutch was playing
Electric Worry
Walkin' in Times Square
Pulling out my hair
Why do all the ads
For HBO go there?
I'm sick in the summer
Had to tighten my belt
At Fare Thee Well
Can't tell if it's cancer
Or a cry for help
Used to like to swim
At the Lobster Inn
Mom says you never
Looked so thin
I'm sick in the summer
It's getting real dark
In Wicker Park
I'm tryna stop my mind
From tearing me apart
I'm feeling weak
Come kiss my cheek
Shut out the lights
I don't wanna speak
I'm sick in the summer
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7. |
Gonna Buy Some Drugs
03:29
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Feeling way down
Down in the depths of my hometown
I wanna lay down
And forget all the new york sounds
Time to get up
Crack an egg and wash my head in time
Dude, it's a setup
The truth is Donald trump is 69
Gonna buy some drugs
Gonna smoke pot till I fall in love
You got a dealer?
Chinese Lucifer left me alone
Jesse Keeler
Dude plays a mean riff when I'm stoned
Sick in the summer
Maybe just a bummer till the dawn
You got my number
Maybe if you call we'll hit the bong
Out on 97th street
I used to buy my drugs
Ox and mr nipplez turned me off of buying drugs
Maybe I’ll go out today
And lay down in the lawn
To belvedere castle
Let’s go Nipz, come on…
“hey man i got your dr pepper”
“shit, how long’s it been?”
“like 5 minutes man”
“jesus”
"we’re going to the castle"
"i feel like i'm going to die"
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8. |
Chinese Lucifer
01:56
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Hell in a multi-cultural place
It's like Epcot for rapists
They have sukiyaki bibimbap
They smoke opium not pot
Chinese Lucifer
They have Benihana and fire everywhere
They have John Wilkes Booth down there
There is all you can eat moo-shoo pork
They will make you use chopsticks, not a fork
He smells of raw tilapia
He sperms his ponzu on top o' ya
He cannot transmit SARS to you
Because you have the bird flu
Chinese Lucifer
Rock over Holmdel
Rock on Philadelphia
Horny goat weed
Get hard or die trying
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9. |
Night Deposits
04:25
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Only my husband, knows how to treat me right
Only my husband, can touch me at night
Only my husband, takes me to the show
Only my husband, tells the kids where to go
Because you held my purse and stood up for me
I'll let you do that one special thing
Night deposits, dig in your sandbox
No sleep at all
Night deposits, smokin' your crack rocks
Now let's do it again
Only my husband, knows when it's time
Only my husband, can spread across the line
Only my husband, smells my night perfume
Only my husband, cleans my garbage womb
Because you held my purse and stood up for me
I'll let you do that one special thing
Night deposits, diggin' your sandbox
No sleep at all
Night deposits, smokin' your crack rocks
Now let's do it again
I'm your husband baby, I'm movin' like a snake in the grass
Dive in the dumpster, you know I like to eat from the trash
Because you held my purse and stood up for me
I'll let you do that one special thing
Night deposits, dig in your sandbox
No sleep at all
Night deposits, smokin' your crack rocks
Now let's do it again
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10. |
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You're listening to WFYP, it's a beautiful Thursday...
Whatever happened to the "Hey you dropped something" guys?
They've been singing their song with Joe Walsh and Glenn Frey
Staring at the floor, trying to say their lines
They found themselves, picking up change in the sky
I think it happened around 1999
On the street, it was Madison & 45
They used to come and ask, "Can I give your car a shine?"
But the cops said "Man, are you out of your mind?"
Whatever happened to the "Hey you dropped something" guys?
They've been singing their song with Joe Walsh and Glenn Frey
Staring at the floor, trying to say their lines
They found themselves, picking up change in the sky
I think it was a day in 1994
I took a piss on the street with a 10-cent whore
Those were the days, I slept till it was four
But the man said "No, you can't do that no more"
Whatever happened to the "Hey you dropped something" guys?
They've been singing their song with Joe Walsh and Glenn Frey
Staring at the floor, trying to say their lines
They found themselves, picking up change in the sky
I think it was a day in 1992
I dropped some change down on the avenue
It woulda been lost but no, then came you
And with ya gone I don't know what I'll do
Whatever happened to the "Hey you dropped something" guys?
They've been singing their song with Joe Walsh and Glenn Frey
Staring at the floor, trying to say their lines
They found themselves, picking up change in the sky
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11. |
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It's the question on everybody's mind
There are many many men you will find
Do you like a man at a desk
With a microphone taped to his chest?
Who's your favorite talk show host?
Which talk show do you watch the most?
Who's your favorite talk show host?
All the people want to know
Its the breaking news at 4 o'clock
Everybody's gathered at the spot
The spot is the store with the TVs on
The people want the answer John
Who's your favorite talk show host?
Which talk show do you watch the most?
Who's your favorite talk show host?
All the people want to know
It's a tough decision but you'll find a way
To decide which talk show host to say
Answer the question, what do you say?
It doesn't really matter, we ask it every day
Who's your favorite talk show host?
Which talk show do you watch the most?
Who's your favorite talk show host?
All the people want to know
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12. |
No Hobo
02:41
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When I'm strolling down the Bowery diggin' through the trash
No Hobo
When I'm walking down Columbus wearing two paper bags
No Hobo
If I see a street sofa and I take it upstairs
No Hobo
And if you see a round package in my underwear
No Hobo
"What are you two fine, young gentleman doing on seventh avenue this evening?"
Two Guys Kissing
Two Guys Kissing
Hey scooby where's homeless street?
I just got home last week
When I'm eatin' my salame waitin' for the train
No Hobo
Diving in the dumpster to get out of the rain
No Hobo
Napping with my dog down in union square
No Hobo
If I take a big knife and I end your life
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13. |
Hughlysses S. Grant
01:01
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Hey Mr. Freeze
Would you give my legs a squeeze?
I'm fighting the war, with General Lee
You motherfucker
Hey Mr. Freeze
When there's a storm, stay away from the trees
You can beat these guys with your thick these
You motherfucker
Oh, Mr. Freeze
You motherfucker
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15. |
Mr. Allen
01:30
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He's got a blurry face
He's gonna spray your friend with mace
Put you in the proper place
He's Mr. Allen
He's got a collared shirt
And a place to hide his hurt
Be careful not to flirt with
Mr. Allen
He's got the khaki pants
That give his knees a chance
To do the Allen family dance
He's Mr. Allen
You're gonna wanna talk to Mr. Allen
You're gonna wanna talk to Mr. Allen
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16. |
It Isn't a Meal
02:46
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Unbuckle me belt and fire up the grill
Uncork me whiskey, I cannot sit still
Spark up the bong for a sea captain's hit
Bend over and fill the ocean with shit
It isn't a meal, unless you have diarrhea
It isn't a meal, unless you feel your schmear
Bring me a platter of pork tenderloin
Fry me a lobster, in my stomach they'll join
Rotisserie chicken for the women and dogs
They'll use the bones to guide my logs
It isn't a meal, unless you have diarrhea
It isn't a meal, unless you feel your schmear
Linguini and clams to moisten my throat
Slides in real easy: a full rack of goat
Artisanal cheeses to set the stage
Soon I'll be brewing me own bolognese
It isn't a meal, unless you have diarrhea
It isn't a meal, unless you feel your schmear
Now the ship's crew has gathered around
I standing naked, hanging upside down
A chocolate volcano explodes out of me
Swallows my ship as we plunge to deep
It isn't a meal, unless you have diarrhea
It isn't a meal, unless you feel your schmear
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Put on "You Are Not the Guy"
When I hear that song, it makes me cry
Until that point, I thought I was the guy
Took a deep breath, and I walked outside
You go outside,
You go outside
Then I reached the end of track 5
It was then I truly felt alive
Felt a rumbling deep in my whole
Body, when I heard Shin bowl
When the public heard shin bowl
When the public heard shin bowl
I feel alive
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